Classic Poem

Your green, green, round shadow was never away.
A while ago I welcomed you from Kyoto, home.
Your lid shielded my updo, always my companion,
handle in my hand's custody, you followed me everywhere:
on clear days when I went for mushrooms on autumn hills,
in a breeze, at a spring temple, where I was flower-drunk.
So, why one morning did you abandon me and leave?
Fearful of the sun, I hunger for you as for the morning meal.